And it wasn't that I fell out of love.
The wings of the butterflies continue to make music
as the brush against my heart.
No, I never fell out of love.

And it wasn't that I lost interest.
My mind every now and then walks down to the box where
memories labeled "HIM" Lie and it explores the past.
No, I never lost interest.

This heart walks down the path of love it still has
and watches the leaves from the memory trees fall.
I hear his name in the wind and feel his arms as the wind nudges past me.
But I change path.
And walk down the unknown.
I can't have him.

So this new path is simialar but yet it differs.
I will take it step by step
Heart beat by heart beat.